We all around the Cape of Hopes

Игаль Иерусалимский
Before the eyes of something falls,
Catch, stop the mind - does not work,
It seems that seeing your own thoughts,
Or maybe it's somebody else's thoughts, family?
I'm trying to read them -
Fits somehow in the poem,
I raised my eyes to the sky -
Saliva flowing across the sky,
Swallow,
Continue
Trying to read your thoughts
If they do not sour
From the melancholy of autumn,
Waiting for spring
Thaw.

Aground
We all around the Cape of Hopes
Lost. Standing without clothes
Ukryvshiysya a shroud of Conscience,
Ready to plod
Its Golgotha
But do not let the photographer
Accidentally remove something that falls
Before my eyes, not stop it turns out -
It is our thoughts,
That from the melancholy of autumn is not sour.

29.10.10.z.sh.


© Copyright: Игаль Иерусалимский, 2010
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